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Chapter Sixteen

Leon

I rushed past the policemen that were barricading off the side door and pushed it open. It of course flew off the hinges, but instead of getting pissed at my excessive force, I kept moving.

One man, covered in full SWAT gear, came running over with his gun, firing all over the place, expecting a team to be entering the hallway instead of one man.

Holy shit. I could literally move around the bullets like they were in slow motion. A short bubble of laughter came up before I could think to hold it back.

The high I was now riding was unlike anything I’d ever felt. One quick punch to the gut with normal strength to the guy, and he was down. I rushed through the building, opening doors, giving us a way in to the main lobby where everyone was. I’d just gotten to scout out where the bad guys were when Draco’s form came into view.

“Two guys in the vault. Two more guarding them, then the rest are watching the hostages and shooting toward the cops to distract them. No negotiations. I heard one call for a bank truck.”

Draco’s eyes told me he heard everything.

“Now what?” I felt like I could go in there and take them all out on adrenaline alone. But the other, smarter side of me told me I was not ready for that.

“Push the guards into the vault, and close the door. I’ll handle the others while you get the hostages out.”  His plan sounded easy. Real life was rarely easy, though.

“Now!”He clapped his hands together, and then I moved into action. The guards didn’t even know what hit them as I pushed their bodies into the vault. Perhaps I used a little more force than I meant to, but some bruises here and there were a small price to pay for their deeds.

I gripped the vault door and started to shut the four men inside it as bullets started flying toward me. Shit. I pushed harder and the door closed with a loud slam, the concrete walls around it cracking slightly.

I turned around to assess the situation and saw Draco had already taken down two of the men, who both were lying on the ground, unconscious.

“Hostages,” I reminded myself, still feeling all hyped up.

With normal speed, I jogged over to everyone and spoke to them calmly.

“Anybody hurt?”

They all shook their head, indicating no injuries, and so I helped a few get up.

“Let’s get out of here.” Draco had the two men left under control, fighting them effortlessly. I had only seen him practice with Rose in the training room, and that memory had nothing on him now. He was a pure weapon, with centuries of training—unbeatable. I shook from the thought of just how deadly he was.

“This way,” I said, and motioned for the hostages to follow me.

They’d locked the double glass doors with some chain, but one yank of my hand snapped the chain.

The hostages ran toward the cops, hands raised, screaming, but I stayed in the building, doubtful that I wanted to bring attention to myself and what we just did.

I looked back to Draco, who was retying the laces on his boots.

“We should probably get out of here if we don’t want to be seen.” He stood and agreed. The high was still there, but neither of us was ready for the onslaught of people and questions, especially after what the hostages had seen tonight.

How did we get out, though? Cops were rushing our way, toward all the entrances and exists.

“This way.” I followed as he led us to an office on the far end of the bank, away from the commotion but also a dead end.

“If you please,” he said, and pointed to the wall in front of us. It took a few seconds before I understood what he wanted: I was to make the exit for us.

“If the whole building collapses, I’m blaming you, and you’re paying for the therapy I’m going to need.”

One swift kick to the wall, and a large hole was made.

“Rose is a therapist. She’ll give you the hero discount.” He walked through first, and then we took off running back to the truck.